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hearts, warmly and sincerely. Some were almost fanatically
devoted to him, and declared, though not quite aloud, that
he was a saint, that there could be no doubt of it, and, seeing
that his end was near, they anticipated miracles and great
glory to the monastery in the immediate future from his
relics. Alyosha had unquestioning faith in the miraculous
power of the elder, just as he had unquestioning faith in the
story of the coffin that flew out of the church. He saw many
who came with sick children or relatives and besought the
elder to lay hands on them and to pray over them, return
shortly after — some the next day — and, falling in tears at
the elder’s feet, thank him for healing their sick.
Whether they had really been healed or were simply bet-
ter in the natural course of the disease was a question which
did not exist for Alyosha, for he fully believed in the spiritu-
al power of his teacher and rejoiced in his fame, in his glory,
as though it were his own triumph. His heart throbbed, and
he beamed, as it were, all over when the elder came out to
the gates of the hermitage into the waiting crowd of pilgrims
of the humbler class who had flocked from all parts of Rus-
sia on purpose to see the elder and obtain his blessing. They
fell down before him, wept, kissed his feet, kissed the earth
on which he stood, and wailed, while the women held up
their children to him and brought him the sick ‘possessed
with devils.’ The elder spoke to them, read a brief prayer
over them, blessed them, and dismissed them. Of late he
had become so weak through attacks of illness that he was
sometimes unable to leave his cell, and the pilgrims waited
for him to come out for several days. Alyosha did not won-